In Love

I am alone
in a quiet
almost empty room
with dark thoughts
and overflowing tears.
I am broken
like a shattered porcelain,
ripped, torn paper,
and dull, dead stars.
Nothing can hold me
together, again.
I try to see
the good things in life
by going to the bright side
with new hopes
and an open heart.
I let love
find its own way,
even if I will never
be in love again,
I still have myself
to love.
sensitive smorgasbord
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